Set apart from the other building is the medical cabin, a larger building that holds a couple examination rooms from the Civil War era in addition to a sick bay of old beds sharing a hall-room side by side for wounded.
Loa has been using this as her medical area. She also gets to sleep in the Medical Cabin which has a couple small rooms attached to the examination area for doctors/medical staff to stay in.

----> Fort: Exterior

As Dr, Vega's part in the St. Louis facility came to light by way of NM's outburst, Dominic found himself gritting his teeth in an attempt to suppress the sudden surge of anger he felt; his hands instinctively balling into fists as he did so. However it wasn't until they had all entered the civil war era medical cabin and the door had been closed that he had spun around to slug Vega in the jaw, no doubt had it been either Lyle or Jay the man would have been spitting teeth around about now but Dominic had never been a particular big guy and so he'd most likely get away with nothing more than a bruise "Vous morceau de merde! She was only a kid!" he screamed at the guy, shaking his hand in an attempt to calm his throbbing knuckles "...now you bloody stay where you are until I am finished and be thankful that we aren't outside" his voice dropping to a growl before turning back to NM and Loa offering the woman an apologetic look before speaking "Apologies mademoiselle I didn't mean to lose my temper, I've lost a lot of friends very recently and he has a lot to answer for" no matter how satisfying it had been Dominic was beginning to regret the move after all it can't have looked good. The man she'd only just met five minutes before still stained with blood and dirt turning to attack another man right in front of her, he'd just have to hope she would understand.
With much of his anger now having been vented he turns his attention to the teenager knowing that he wouldn't need to explain himself to him and that he would understand "Lets get that shirt off of you Mon ami and see how my needlework has held up"

----> Fort ; Exterior


New Mexico watched Dominic closely, gauging his friend's response to what he'd said, regretting making the comment but feeling better for having told Loa what Vega had done to them. The air was tense as they entered the Medical Cabin, but NM was unsure of whether it was his own anger or Dominic's that was contributing the most. Loa closed the door behind them and then without warning Dominic whipped around and fired a punch into Doctor Vega's face. He could have cheered but instead he stood with his mouth gaping, not used to seeing the normally level-headed Dominic react in such a way. He would have felt bad for triggering it with his last comment if it hadn't been for his perceptible disgust of the so-called human being they'd been unlucky enough to cart along.

Fists trembling NM was almost to the point of joining in and beating their nemesis even if he was hardly effective as weak as he was. He tried to go to that happy place, before Zombieland, when he was with his little sisters.. Mexico could see them still, yet the memories seemed fuzzier each and every day since he lost them. It was horrible.

"You should hit him again! You should hit him again." NM commented, repeating himself, his voice choking a bit as the intense events of the last 24 hours caught up with him. His breathing becoming erratic as he tried to keep back tears.

New Mexico devolved into an incoherent state, shaking his head, looking at a loss as his dry, bloodied hands moved to wipe the water works rolling down his smoke stained face from the rescue. He didn't cry out, but he was having a breakdown. He tried to comply with Dominic's instructions to remove his torn and blood spattered shirt but was altogether useless.
NM could only stand there. "They're gone.. They're gone.."
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Vega's head spun around taking him off balance. He put his hands out to catch himself on the counter, spilling a tray of medical instruments onto the floor. Vega's face was already showing bruises from his fight with Hector back in St. Louis, and this new one was but another to add to the collection. Vega slowly turned back to face Dominic, a look of acceptance on his face. He would not fight back.

"I have committed evils both great and terrible. I wear my sins like a flag and everything surrounds me. I cannot be rid of them. They are there when I sleep and when I wake. I see them. Each one of them. Like they were stood before me. Like they were before we took their lives." Vega's eyes were filled with horror. "I cannot run or hide from what I have done. I can only ask that God and man forgive me both for my evils, and spend each remaining day in repentance for them. But what I did, I did for the greater good. You must realize that. This epidemic has swept the world over and there is nothing we can do to turn the tide. Unless of course we can end it. There is no cure for death, but the living still live..." Vega watched as New Mexico broke down. His voice trailed off. "...A vaccine." The fight against the epidemic was over. It had been for a long time. Now the fight was for humanity. Not the survival of the human race, but the survival of their spirit, their decency. Vega has lost this fight too. And only now could he see this. He could see it in New Mexico's frail form. In Dominic's eyes. And in Loa's heart. Everyone had lost someone. And Vega had lost himself. He was overwhelmed. "Dominic, if you'll permit it, I'd like to step outside."

Loa remained as calming a presence as possible as the collective temperature rose with their entry into the cabin. The animosity between these new people was fiercely perceptible, and she had already began drawing the lines that connected the Caravaners to one another. This 'Vega' personality was clearly on the outs of the group or a hostage. It wasn't her place to enforce, however, and she knew Toby had already spotted it and would handle things with the Caravan leader.

But when Dominic soundly struck Vega in anger she quickly cast a look of warning out the window for possible assistance. When New Mexico began to waver, she made the patient her priority. Moving towards him she gently wrapped an arm around the young man and guided him to the examination cot. She made sure to mind his pained shoulder wound that they still needed to focus on and deal with. "Shh, leave your shirt for now, its alright. Lets just sit down." She smiled gently despite the tense atmosphere, and lightly led the teenager to the cot, listening to Vega closely as she did so. Loa was able to maneuver the incoherent youth to sit, keeping an arm around his thin and bloodied form for support as they sat together.

Her pupils dilated ever so slightly at the mention of a vaccine, but didn't say anything. This Doctor Vega was clearly intelligent, but he had that eerie vibe that only someone detached from their fellow humans could have.

"He's upsetting New Mexico, but he shouldn't be allowed out there alone. I'm sorry, but until our leaders speak about what to do its probably best for everyone if he were in the stockade." It would help their patient calm down, and hopefully the paramedic too. And Vega would get respite from further beatings from the people he'd arrived with.
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Saito discreetly approached and entered the medical cabin after getting Loa's warning signal that there may be trouble. The system they had required intense observation of newcomers to assess for not only bites but for trouble. It wasn't only about threats to the Fort, but that new people tended to arrive in distress and fatigue, which too often escalated into something else.

Slim and of average height, the Asian-American male was no imposing sight, but he carried his riot baton with confidence. He wore regular clothes, appearing to be just another one of the Fort citizens. "Everything alright in here?" He asked quietly, warily surveying everyone, slowly easing forward to act as a barrier between Dominic and Vega. The new arrivals were all in a messy way, but there was a tenseness between the Caravan doctor and this other man.

"Alright guys put some distance between each other. I understand you're all tired but we can't have any trouble here."

With a look of disgust and disbelief on his face Dominic listened as the man he'd just hit began to babble about sin and repentance and how his actions and those of his colleagues had all been for the greater good causing him take another step towards the guy as a fresh wave of anger rose from within him however on look at NM and Loa as she tried to comfort the boy was enough to quash his desire to beat the man insensible "The greater good...yeah I bet Mengele said the exact same thing" he snarls before turning his back on the man to walk over to where Loa and a clearly distraught NM were currently sat; the forts doctor enquiring whether it would better for all concerned if Vega were put in the stockade for the time being "it would be for the best, I can't see my friends being quite so restrained" he replied with a weary nodding of his head.
Ignoring the sudden arrival of the Asian man and his words Dominic instead takes a seat on the other side of NM deciding to follow Loa's advice and put off examining the wound for the time being and instead opting to speak to the boy in what he hoped was a calming voice, not that he felt particularly calm at the moment "Its ok mon ami, I am here, you're safe, they're not going to hurt you any more"

Some genuine relief came to Loa after Dominic settled down with her on the other side of New Mexico. In light of how their patient was struggling, the other doctor shouldn't have been exacerbating the tension. But that would have required social awareness and human empathy on Doctor Vega's part.

"Saito can you please escort Doctor Vega to the stockade for the time being until Toby is finished with his meeting?" The look she gave Saito conveyed that she didn't want to explain what had happened, and thankfully they knew eachother well enough for him to take the hint. She was glad for Saito's presence, proving that their methods of observance were at least working some of the time. Vega hadn't been violent, but there was too much animosity created by his words, by simply being there.


As they left she turned her attention back to NM as well as Dominic. A gentle hand brushed some dirty, blood matted hair from the teenager's eyes as she tried to use her bedside manner to cool the trauma. She smiled softly to Dominic, thankful and impressed with his attention to the troubled youth.

"Dominic is right, New Mexico, you're safe. We're both right here for you." Her deep brown eyes tried to capture NM, finding the wounded Caravaner had trouble maintaining eye contact. She slipped away after NM slowed his breathing, fetching her medical bag from the table and bringing it to the bed.

"We're just gonna clean you up a bit, Mexico. Here, lay down on the bed.." She urged kindly, looking to Dominic for reassurance, "You gonna be alright, too?"

Saito nodded decisively at Loa's instructions, and he gestured for Vega to exit with him, his heavy baton in one hand, prepared but not anticipating trouble. He held open the door and watched the troublesome newcomer closely, leaving the medical cabin and giving the wounded and doctors some privacy.

-to Stockade

Dominic watched as Vega was escorted from the room by the Asian man; Saito his eyes fixed upon the man’s back until he was completely out of sight. As soon as the door had been closed behind them the Frenchman seemed to snap out of whatever thought pattern had been going through his head as he got off of the bed in order for NM to put his feet up "See mon ami things are looking up already; a soft bed and a sponge bath" he said chuckling softly.
Shrugging off the small rucksack and rifle from his shoulders he places them on the floor at the end of the bed before responding to Loa's question in a weary voice "oui...I'll be fine, I am just sick of burying people is all" his eyes dropping to his dirt stained hands before hurriedly shoving them into his jacket pockets as if the sight of them was painful to behold "Loa would...would it be alright if I stopped in here? I'd like to keep an eye on him, his injuries were pretty bad" and I want to be by myself for a little while not that he would tell her that and would most likely deny all knowledge if challenged. He didn't wish to lie to the woman but he wasn't quite ready to put his trust in her, at least not just yet.

Cookie got to the medical cabin by stint of asking where the French chopper pilot was, and only gave a perfunctory rap on the door before opening it up.  "Hey," she said, looking around.  New Mexico had to be here too, she was hoping.  "Yo, Dominic !  We gotta talk."

Hearing the strong New Jersey accent coming from the doorway, Dominic couldn't help but flinch as he instantly recognised its owner and suspected from the tone used that he was in trouble.
With the look of somebody who fully expects to be verbally assaulted with the possibility of some physical assault afterwards, after all this was Cookie, Dominic walks over towards her leaving NM in the care of Loa, being sure to get his excuse in quick whilst he still had the chance "Hey Cookie, Look I am sorry I honestly didn't know who he was else I'd have left him on that damn roof"

They managed to get NM somewhat calmed down after Vega had been removed from the building. She kept an eye on Dominic but tried not to push him too much with questions, it was obvious he was exhausted. She didn't respond to his comment about burying people, there was nothing she could say to that truth. "Sure Dominic.."

When Cookie arrived she gave the woman a weary smile, some somberness to it, before setting NM up in the cot, and pulling a curtain over to slightly cover the youth.
It was obvious the two had to talk about something and she tried not to eavesdrop but then again it would be god to know more about the new people.
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New Mexico stirred on his cot, slowly coming to his senses by the time Cookie arrived and he was left a brief respite alone on the bed, contending with his emotions behind the medical curtain so Cookie wouldn't see him in such a distressed state.
Dirty forearms wiped some water from his eyes and he managed to get his heart rate down some, the beating of the organ not so intense through his thin and frail torso as it was before.

"C-Cookie?" NM spoke as he pulled the curtain back, sitting up from his position on the cot, too fatigued to leave it now that Dom and Loa had placed him there.

"When the hell are they gonna feed us?" The teenager commented in his typical New Mexico way, trying to turn himself around from his panic attack shortly before. He wouldn't be a burden to Cookie of all people if he could help it.

Cookie narrowed her eyes, which signalled trouble.  "We gotta talk - NOT here," she said to Dominic, in an undertone.  When NM started whining, she sauntered that way with a grin.

"Ah, Mex," she said, noting the paleness and the fretting.  Now was not the time to have a discussion of whatever was bothering Dominic, nor time to worry NM more.  Her tone was light and pleasant, chatty.  "We'll find you some food.  Gotcha here okay, didn't I ? Sit back like the king of da world and wait on room service...sheesh, you got da good life, doncha ?"  She winked at him. "And don't ask, I used up da last of da red hots, so we're SOL until we find a new supply.  Tough times, NM."

She whipped her gaze back to Dominic before he had a chance to bolt.  "Let's go.  Miss ah, nurse - please feed NM there, he gets cranky if he don't eat junk food every so often."

From the way that she acted Dominic suddenly got the impression that he'd gotten the wrong end of the stick and this was nothing to do with Vega at all.
Waiting until both Loa had left the room and Cookie had finished speaking with NM, Dominic moves over to the far end of the medical cabin; stepping behind a screened off area "Ok...assuming that you're not going to rip my head off over Vega..." Dominic began in a low voice "...what is it you need to speak to me about?"

Cookie made sure they were away from the eavesdropping of the locals, and even her own people; she wanted to keep some things quiet, such as shooting humans.  It also bothered her a bit that it DIDN'T bother her, but that was a matter for another time.

"Look Cookie I've had a very long day, much of which I want to forget so whatever it is you need to speak to me about lets get on with it" Dominic spoke rather testily when the New Jersey girl didn't begin speaking right away. He wanted to crawl into bed and sleep so that he could put this horrible stinking day behind him and move on with his life or at least what passed for one these days.